Hey guys! I'm back for a sequel I guess! Thank you to all my old fans and all the new ones I've acquired through my very short writing career—you are the ones who motivated me to make this! I hope you all like it, and let me know what you think! Reviews are my drug! Disclaimer- Credit to Kid Cudi for the title. I don't own any of the characters, except Sona.

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Chapter One- Enter Galactic (You & Me)

The rain splattered against the window; the raindrops raced each other to the end of the pane and simultaneously disappeared. The thunder rumbled on for several seconds, and woke me up. I slowly raised my head from the pillow and flickered my eyes open. It took me several blinks to adjust to the lighting of the room, but once I did, I saw him. He was sitting with his legs crossed on top of a desk and he was sharpening a boy scout Swiss army knife. I doubt that they were supposed to be that sharp.

He must have been thinking. He rarely had an empty head.

I suddenly felt very cold and realized the covers had slipped off from the end of my bare leg. I shuffled so I could be completely covered again and rested my arm under my head and continued to watch him. He was wearing long black pants that hung from his torso; I couldn't see it considering the position he was in now, but I liked to remember that little detail about him. He was shirtless, and my eyes could not help but linger.

He must have been awake for hours now. He never slept through a whole night. I wonder how he survived.

I rustled a bit and he dropped his feet and turned his chair. His dye less hair shadowed his face, but I knew he was not wearing his make-up.

" We-ll gooooood morn-ing my dearrrrr. Seem-s you go-t a well need-ed res-t af-ter our recen-t activitiesssss". He smirked as he said this last comment and I couldn't help but let out a little laugh.

He placed the knife on the desk and walked over to the bed. He launched his body and jumped on the bed and landed right next to me. My body shot up in the air and I squealed, and I could hear him starting to laugh.

I landed with a thud, and looked up at him and our eyes made contact. I couldn't help but grin, and even though he rarely smiled, I could see the tips of his lips turn upward. I scooted over and wrapped my arms around his torso, and kissed his side. He pulled another knife out of his pocket and started playing with it as I held onto him. I started drawing circles on his abs, and we submerged ourselves in each other's silence.

I thought back to all we had been through; this man had been with me through the toughest times in my life, granted he provoked many of these situations. He kidnapped me, beat me, ignored me, smacked me, and pushed me away. Yet, he also was there when my parents passed, he held me, protected me, taught me, enlightened me, but most importantly—he made a permanent place for himself in my heart.

I was broken out of my trance when his body shifted as he launched the knife into opposite wall like a spear. It stuck perfectly, and I don't know what he was aiming at, but the Joker probably had a mental target that he had placed there, and he had made it spot on. It was probably Batman, Gordon, or maybe his own personal enemies or ghosts. I didn't know and I would not ask.

My hand moved from his torso up to his cheek and I grabbed a hold of his face. I turned it towards mine so his eyes would look straight into mine. I brought his face close to mine so I could peck his lips. The sensation of his lips on mine was unforgettable; nothing could ever compare to way his rippled lips felt against mine. Sure, I was locking lips with probably the most deadly diabolical genius in a two hundred mile radius, but he was not that when he was around me. He was someone else, someone only I saw. He seemed very comfortable around him, and I, unlike probably everyone else, was very comfortable around him for the most part.

He moved a stray strand of hair away from my face and lightly kissed the side of my face and nudged his face close to my ear.

"Do-llll, you loo-k like Christ-mas morrrrn-ing. Hmmmmmm…" His voice turned up at the last word and a huge grin spread across my face. I turned to look him in the eye again and I swear I could see the sincerity behind his eyes. I brought my hand up to his hair and started stroking it as he turned and pulled out a gun from under the bed. I was not surprised. I would be surprised if he did not load the room we were staying in with deadly weapons.

" Son-aaa, do you wan-t to learrrn how to shoo-t a gunnn?" He asked, as he looked me in the face.

I was quiet at first, but to be completely honest, I wanted to learn, especially from the best. I slightly nodded and he let out a little laugh.

" I kneeeew there was a bi-t of dev-il in youuuu."

" Not any bit you didn't put there yourself" I curtly replied and he couldn't help but let out a laugh.

" I pick-ed one with a sass-y mou-th. Luck-yyy me." He slowly said, and I jokingly punched him.

He took my hand and explained to me how to load the bullet. He then wrapped my hand around the grip and put his hand around mine, and taught me how to aim and take off the safety.

" A-im takesss a lo-t of prac-tice dearrr. A per-son-al trickkk I use is I ima-gine some-thing tha-t angers me. Some-thing that make-s me squir-mmm with disgus-t."

"What do you think about usually?"

He was silent. He looked me straight in the eyes and I saw him instinctively lick his lips.

" The da-y I couldn-'t st-op smi-ling."

With that said, his finger pulled the trigger.